She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 509: In the Face of Life and Death

Five minutes had passed, and there was a countless number of people waiting in line for Kyson’s treatment, while nobody came to Cheyenne.

Eddie was starting to feel anxious for her.

“Cheyenne, should I go and help you find some patients? I remember a few patients adding me on Line before; they were seeking medical help,” he suggested.

“No need,” she declined his offer, her gaze shifting towards the cleaning lady standing by the street.

From the last moment to now, the cleaning lady had been looking over in this direction with hesitation.

Cheyenne raised her red lips and said coolly, “I’ve got a patient.”

“What?”

Before he could get a response from her, Cheyenne headed towards the cleaning lady.

Meanwhile, Leah, seeing her actions, thought she had willingly given up the competition and smirked triumphantly. “So quick to give up? Seems like all that boasting led to nothing… A bit of self-awareness would be good.”

Before Leah’s words had fallen, a clear voice interjected, “Who said I’ve given up?”

Cheyenne returned, bringing with her a middle-aged cleaning lady in a yellow sanitation worker’s uniform. She looked to be in her fifties, with hair turning white from the rigors of hard labor, and her face weathered and wrinkled from years of exposure to the elements.

She held a broom and stood somewhat bewildered in place.

“She’s so filthy. Why would Cheyenne bring such a lowly person here?”

“Yeah, it stinks! The air is filled with the smell of garbage… I can’t bear it, I’m sick.”

here quickly, you’re so

ears, there were the

cleaning lady tightened her grip on the broom in her hand, a deep sadness on her face as she apologized to Cheyenne with a

anything, her actions crushed the old woman’s sense of pride. Kyson, observing it all, furrowed his

hold of the cleaning lady’s wrist and confidently ushered her

but envy also

a replacement patient from

on the white coat and gloves,

does it hurt?” she asked the

abdominal pain, dizziness, and frequent vomiting, especially at mealtimes,” the woman answered with

she likely had chronic gastritis and a tendency

the

she had identified the ailment, she could begin the

of silver needles, each varying in size, thickness,

proceeded to skillfully insert

medical skills, and her speed

in silent admiration at Cheyenne’s every

help but admit

her lips, criticizing Cheyenne’s

appendicitis. The best treatment

her, publicly stating, “Leah, watch it carefully to learn it. She’s excellent in medicine, you have

this. She murmured, “Grandfather, whose side are you on? If we lose, it will be

“I know.”

began to focus on treating his

Cheyenne, while he pondered a question:

Based

to take medicine for recuperation. However, it would be a relatively long process before the patient recovered. After the acupuncture treatment, the cleaning lady’s

past two months!” Cheyenne wasn’t accustomed to such effusive gratitude. She helped the woman to her feet and said, “It’s alright. Pay attention and take good rest from now